Ignoring the turbulence Reynolds tore away the outer paper package and unwrapped what was bundled within a canvas wrap.
Contained within were two sets of a mesh shirt, rather like a modern day chainmail, the sleeves were surrounded by flexible metal rings, with a small Ether cell on the left hip.

"Fair enough."
Removing his jacket he dons the archaic looking garment.
It takes him a while to sort out the buckles and fastenings.
"No wonder the Jocks are so bloody dour all the time having to battle this stuff before a fight!

Despite the comment he feels there is something scarily familiar about the armour.
Then curiosity gets the better of him and he turns the small switch on the ether cell.

As he activates the switch he feels a current flow through wires within the lining of his shirt, as it does the armour draws itself tightly across his shoulders and chest, as it does so the coiled rings interspace themselves the length of his arms.

Flattened telescopic tubes unfurl across his shoulder blades and down under his ribs, moving his arm Reynolds detects some form of amplification of his movement!

The Glasgow Express Crash Site Near Dunkeld
The Leader shook his head, pain raced the length of his back from where the explosion of raw ether had melted his armor.

Looking around he saw devastation everywhere, his techs dead some vaporized, a few of his men were still alive, then he located the source of his ere, a figure pulling a woman up the grassy slope on the far side of the fen.

He tapped his ethercom open, miraculously it was still intact and functional, crackling to life.

Sam brings the cruiser in slowly, keeping the ship just below the ridge line.
As they get within feet of the ground Reynolds opens the door and drops to the soft, heather covered hillside.
The sprint to the top leaves him breathless and takes marginally longer than expected. He looks back and in the shadows sees the lithe figure of Magnos closing in. He signals for Sam to go airborne again.
Peering back into the valley, lit with numerous fires now, he tries to take in what is happening.

From their landing place upon a hill it was hard to see clearly however he could pick out the sounds of men shouting and gunfire, to his left green luminscence flared within the clouds and men in armored suits held aloft by green lozenges upon their backs swept in over the fen.
Lady Magnos unslung a pair of carbines and handed one to Reynolds, concentrating he noted that the gunfire was concentrated at the north east end of the shallow valley, the smell of burning coal, wood and less savory cooking wafted their way.

A small explosion occurred on to their left which they soon identified was the wreckage of the train, dozens of fires burned along its length as well as improper scattered conflagrations across the fen.

***
Following Lord Reynolds initial orders she brought the cruiser up through the low lying cloud bank, watching as green flashes descended to the ships starboard bow, he started as a figure silently stepped from behind him, it was the man he had seen earlier completely alabaster white of complexion.
Wordlessly the man swung himself into the gunnery alcove and started to depress a number of levers and switches, as they broke through the ceiling of the cloud bank Sam hissed spying the source of the green lights.

Certainly no Royal Navy Dreadnaught the Zeppelin before them was still big enough, having disgorged the last of its payload towards the ground.
"Dawn and buggerations" cursed Sam

Scanning the scene Reynolds picked out a course through the darkness towards the carriages.

The old Laird would undoubtedly have been travelling in first class, that seemed the obvious place to look. If he wasn’t there, then that would likely mean the old fellow had likely escaped.

Reynolds felt sure that he would expect able to determine the most likely course the Laird would have taken given the outlook from that vantage point.

He’d move in short bursts, keeping to the darkness and cover as much as possible. With a nod to his companion he dashed over the brow of the hill towards a dark patch of ground he hoped indicated a hollow.